Helplessly hoping, her harlequin hovers nearby, awaiting a word. Gasping at glimpses of gentle true spirit, he runs, wishing he could fly, only to trip at the sound of good-bye.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23685 | 2020-05-24 13:16:22 | 68.28 | 98% |
| 23574 | 2020-05-22 14:46:43 | 77.35 | 99% |